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 Jan 2019 M McCrea
Daemon Delano
Forgive me mother,

for I have sinned.

Like most others,

I wish to make amends.



Forgive me mother.

Search your heart.

You are my maker.

How great thou art.



When I try to say what matters,

and everything goes south,

the heat of the moment makes me stutter.

I lose control of my mouth.



When everything falls silent,

and I realize what's been said,

I no longer can repent.

Instead I'm filled with dread.



When I try to say what matters,

and instead I'm overwhelmed,

I ignore the endless chatter.

I now just want to be held.



Once it's all said and done,

those words weigh heavy on my mind.

I feel empty and numb,

and simply wish I had been kind.



Forgive me mother,

for I have sinned.

Like most others,

I wish to make amends.
I wrote this when I got into an argument with my mother and said something I didn't mean. I was angry. As this happens often with many people during a dispute, I found myself having a reason to write my feelings out and yet again share them with the world. It's never pretty when you say things you don't mean. You get in a heated argument, become overwhelmed, Eventually, you panic and need to say something. But your so filled with rage and tension that you spit out the worst choice of words possible.
 Jan 2019 M McCrea
Daemon Delano
You see me crying loud,
with my heart on my sleeve.
They see me crying loud,
easy pickings, wishing I'd leave.

You pick me up,
telling me to be proud.
They push me down,
unwelcoming, I'm not allowed.

You tell me that I'm perfect,
because I'm so unique.
They tell me I'm ugly,
that I'm a freak.

You love me, smiling,
say they're ignorant, and wrong.
They hate me, scowling,
say I'm trash and don't belong.

All the while, I ignore the hate
and welcome the love.
My heart sings proudly,
as I hold my beloved.
 Jan 2019 M McCrea
Daemon Delano
Please forgive me
My dear loveless
Broken hearted
Ember of the sun

I still love you
My dear loveless
Broken hearted
ember of the sun

When I was gone
And I lost you
I learned you’re the one

My dear loveless
Broken hearted
ember of the sun
I will love you
Now and forever
But I have foiled our love

Now you’ll hate me
I’ve forsaken thee
My dear loveless
Broken hearted
ember of the sun

My dear loveless
Broken hearted
Ember of the sun

I remember
how we felt there
In each others arms
So completely
So safely
Each other’s star

So as you go on
living and loving
Think of me the same
Your clumsy wallflower
Your Crazed albino
I am yours til the end.

I wish the best for
My dear loveless
broken hearted
Ember of the sun
wrote this along January 11th 2018 originally. It killed me leaving someone I loved thinking I was doing right by both of us. But I ended up hurting us both more than I helped. I actually think we died inside almost completely. I'm still trying to gather the pieces and attempt to love again.
 Jan 2019 M McCrea
dc
Played (haiku)
 Jan 2019 M McCrea
dc
I’m like a game
I’ll return to the shelf
for I have been played
Accessories sold separately. Handle with care :,)
 Jan 2019 M McCrea
Bones
Look At Us
 Jan 2019 M McCrea
Bones
Look at us
Fragile as glass
And cowardly as rabbits
Look at us
Lifeless faces of regret
Souls of black and gray
Look at us
Finding no reason
And hurting ourselves
Look at us
Idiotic humans
Of flesh and blood
Look at us
We aren’t immortal
We can’t protect ourselves
Look at us
Look at yourself
What do you see
Underneath your skin
And inside your conscious
What do you see?
 Jan 2019 M McCrea
evelin avely
Panic stifles, suffocates.

My throat feels dry; a clump,
that brings disquiet in,
sticks there like a hull, a twig,
and moves its sharper edges
along my trembling soft insides.

"Get out!"
I would scream,
"Get out, worries and my fears.
Remain, serene feeling."
 Jan 2019 M McCrea
Miranda
Every empty bottle
has a story behind it.

Whether it's a heartbreak
Or a happy tale,
There's a story.

And I'd love to learn yours.
Tell me your story
 Jan 2019 M McCrea
Eddie Matikiti
As brutal as a desert drought!
Baren lands, hungry crops and starving mouths.
31 days seems like 62.
A neverending nightmare.
It is a marauding scavenger.
Devouring all that cross its path.

It starts off good with a lot of hope.
Before reality dawns and the struggle begins.
Each new day we limp forward.
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